Thom stared at her like a madman stares at the sun, blinded by the light. He shook his head and closed his eyes. The heat of her body was so close to his. It was more than he could bear. How, how did he let her go?  

His fingers twitched. A tear slipped down his cheek. Then it was a flurry of movement, like a man possessed. His arms swept around her, pulling her body against his and crushing her to him. His lips bruised her face. His tongue plunged into that sweet darkness of her mouth. Years of yearning, of needing, of wanting that one kiss. Desperate. Insatiable.  

Then he was standing, crushing her against him. His robe fell open, the tie undone. Just like him. The press of her body against his is like scalding fire. A fire he needed. A fire to consume everything he had ever felt and done since she left.  

He did not stop kissing her, trying to eat at her mouth. He tasted a tinge of copper and salt. He split her lip with how hard he needed her. He didn’t care. He wanted more. He wanted her. All of her. He turned and stalked into the living room, carrying her in his arms.  

Thom’s foot caught on the rug, and he fell. He twisted in mid-air, turning her over him. He crashed to the floor, pulling her down on top of him. He took the brunt of the fall. The breath knocked from his lungs. He held her against his chest. His heart thundered. The world was black around him as he lay dazed and confused. Maria gasped as they crashed to the floor. Thom's arms were still locked around her like iron, like he would break before he let her go.  

Maria hovered over him, rainwater and tears streaking her face. Her blood – their blood – on her lip. The copper taste was still between them. She did not move. Did not breathe. Just watched him, dazed, chest heaving, eyes struggling to focus, but still clinging to her like she was the only thing keeping him from drowning.  

Maria whispered, “Thom... Thom, look at me.”  

She pressed her palm to his cheek, her thumb brushing away the tear still clinging to his lashes. Her voice trembled, “You caught me. You always do. Even when I fall. You catch me...”  

Maria lowered herself, slowly, until her forehead rested against his. Their breath was ragged. Tangled. Hearts slammed against each other through soaked clothes and bare skin.  

She whispered, “I can feel it. All of it. The anger. The need. The love you’ve been starving with. It’s in every bruise you left on my mouth. Every shake in your hands. Every heartbeat under my chest.”  

She shifted slightly. Straddled Thom. She pressed her hands into his shoulder, not to push, but to anchor herself. “You want to devour me? Do it. I’m here. I’m not running.”  

She leaned down, lips grazing his ear. Her voice was a broken whisper, “But don’t forget... I’ve been starving too.”  

Maria pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. Her fingers trembled as she pushed his wet hair back from his forehead. “You think I haven’t dreamed of this? Of your hands on me? Rough and desperate? Of your mouth claiming me like I belong to you? Because I have. Every night. With every empty touch. Every nameless man, I pretended it was you.”  

She kissed him again – soft this time. Slow. A contrast to the storm that just tore through them. As their lips parted, she whispered, “If you’re going to burn me... burn me clean. Let everything else turn to ash.”  

She trailed her lips down his jaw and neck. Tasting rain. Salt. Thom. “But after... when the fire dies, don’t let go.” She lifted her head, eyes glistening, voice raw, “Promise me you won’t let me go again, even if you have to fight me, even if I try to run. You hold on. You keep me.”  

She pressed a palm flat over her heart. “Because this? This is mine. And I'm yours. No more games. No more lies. Just us. Right here. Right now.”  

She whispered, “So get up. Take me to your bed. Or keep me right here on this floor. I don’t care. Just love me like you mean it. Like you’ve been dying to for years.”  

She kissed him again. Deeper this time. Pouring every ounce of regret. Every night of loneliness. Every breath of love into it. “I’m ready, Thom. I’m all yours.”  

Thom stared up at her. His eyes focused on her hair. Watching it curl around her perfect face. Those dark lashes were damp with rain. He stared into her eyes and looked for any sign of the evil that drove her from him.  

His hands slid down her back and gripped her waist. He felt how real she was beneath his touch. He closed his eyes. Counted to ten. He opened them again and looked at her. Still there. Still sitting on him.  

His voice was low, broken, breathy, “I don’t think I could take it if you left again. I might dry up and die.”  

Thom’s hands slid up her back as he sat up. He pulled the hood off her head and ran his hands through her hair. He felt the length of it. The satiny feel of it twisting in his fingers. He pulled her against him and buried his face in her hair. He took huge, sobbing breaths. Drowning himself in the scent of her hair. He clutched at her, squeezing her against him. So tight. Like he would never let go. His arms were like iron, squeezing her against him and crushing the air from her lungs. Almost painful. Almost too much.   

Maria did not flinch at the pressure of his arms. The near-pain of his hold – she welcomed it. She let him crush her. Let him take every breath from her lungs because this was real. For the first time in years, she felt held and not just touched. 

He pushed his face into her hair, his lips finding her throat. Maria melted into his chest as he did. His mouth closed over her jumping pulse. His teeth grazed her skin. He sucked on her neck, tenderly. She trembled as she felt him marking her. Claiming her. A soft whimper escaped her. Not from fear, but from the overwhelming flood of sensation. Of memory. Of home.  

Thom released her throat and pulled his head back enough to see her eyes. He stared into them. He looked for that wildness that drove her away. That thought that she couldn’t be enough—some small spark of doubt.  

Maria pressed her palms flat against his chest. She felt the thunder of his heart beneath her hands and slowly lifted her head to meet his gaze. Their faces were so close but not touching. Their breath mingled. Her lips were still swollen from their kiss. Her skin was flushed. Rainwater and tears still clinging to her lashes.  

Maria whispered, “You want to see the doubt? The fear? The wildness that made me run?” She swallowed, eyes locked on his, unblinking. “It’s still there. Not in my heart – because my heart has always been yours – but in my mind. The part of me that still can’t believe a man like you could love a girl like me for more than a moment. The part that thinks I’m too much. Or not enough. Loud when I should be quiet. Quiet when I should fight.”  

Her fingers trailed up his neck. Into his hair. Gripping gently. “But that's not why I left. Not really. I didn’t leave because I doubted you. I left because I didn’t trust myself. Didn’t believe I could be the woman you needed. The one who stays. The one who doesn’t break under the weight of being loved so fiercely.”  

Maria leaned in and pressed her forehead to his. Her voice broke as she whispered, “But I’m not asking you to fix that part of me. I’m asking you to hold it. To hold me. Even when I tremble, even when I try to pull away, because I will tremble, I will doubt. But I won’t run. Not unless you push me. And even then, I’d come back.”  

She kissed him softly, just a brush of lips, then pulled back to look into his eyes. “You asked if I could be happy with you. The truth? I’ve never been happy without you. Every laugh since we broke up? Hollow. Every touch. Cold. Every ‘I love you’ from someone else? A lie.”  

Maria pressed her palm over his heart again. “This - you – are the only thing that’s ever made me feel whole. So if you see the doubt in my eyes, good. Because it means I'm being honest. Means I’m not pretending. But if you look deeper. Past the fear. Past the scars. You’ll see it.”  

She whispered, “I love you, Thom. Not like before. Not with the naivety of a girl who didn’t know her own heart. I love you like a woman who’s lived through the storm and still chose to walk back into the rain, to get to you.”  

Maria kissed him again. Deeper. Pouring every truth she’d ever hidden into it. As they broke, she gasped for breath and whispered, “So hold me. Crush me. Mark me. Love me. And when the doubt whispers in my ear again...”  

She pulled back, just enough to meet his gaze. A tear slipped down her cheek. “You remind me. You remind me that I’m yours. And that’s enough.”  

Thom’s voice was low and insistent, “You were always enough. I wish you had trusted me when I told you that.”  

His arms twitched and spasmed around her, then slid down her back. He brought them up between them. He pulled the zipper of the hoodie down, then opened it up and pushed it back off her shoulders. Maria trembled as the hoodie slipped from her shoulders. Baring her chest to him – just the thin lace of her bra holding back the truth of how badly she wanted him. It dropped, pooling around her hips in his lap.  

He glanced away from her. Unable to meet her eyes. His voice was so low it was almost painful, “I never wanted anyone but you. I never stopped loving you. I couldn’t even consider dating another woman. I tried prostitutes. I couldn’t get it up. They weren’t you. I watched porn, but it didn't satisfy. I could never climax hard enough. Could never get that release.”  

His eyes met hers again. There was an ache there. A need filled them. A need for her. His words sank into her skin. Deeper than any touch. Any kiss. He didn’t move on. Couldn’t. And neither could she.  

She placed her hands on his chest and felt the wild thud beneath her palms. She slowly leaned down until her lips hovered just above his. Her voice was a shattered whisper, “You think I don’t remember? Every time someone else touched me, I closed my eyes and pretended it was your hands. Your mouth. Your voice, telling me how good I was. How yours I was. But it never worked. Because no one else claims like you do. No one else made me feel like I was being worshipped and ruined at the same time.”  

His body twitched and spasmed beneath her. Between her legs, she could feel the growing length of meat straining against her clothes. So large. So hot. So hers. She ground down gently. Just enough to feel the thick heat of him pressing against her through her clothes, and she let out a soft, broken moan, “God... You’re so hard. For me. Only for me.”  

She kissed him – deep, desperate – then pulled back, eyes glistening. “You want to reclaim me? Then do it. Mark me. Ruin me. Make me forget every other name I ever whispered in the dark.”  

She arched her back slightly, letting her hands slide down to the clasp of her bra. “But don’t just take. Give. Love me so hard I can’t breathe without you. So deep that I forget how to be alone.”  

Maria undid the clasp of her bra slowly, watching his eyes as the lace fell away. “I’m bare for you now. Heart. Skin. Soul. No lies. No walls.”  

She lowered herself onto him. Her bare chest pressed against his. Skin to searing skin. “So take what’s yours. But then, give me back everything you’ve stolen. Because I don’t just want your fire.”  

She kissed his neck. Bit softly. Then whispered, “I want your peace. Your quiet. Your mornings. Your forever.”  

She lifted her hips slightly, grinding against the thick ridge of him. A whimper escaped her lips. “But right now, right here, I want to feel you inside me. Like I’ve been hollow without you. Like only you can fill this ache.”  

She pulled back, eyes locked with his, voice breaking, “Make me yours again, Thom. Not just tonight. Not just this once. Make me yours and never let go.”  

Another tear slipped down Thom’s cheek. He smiled at her. It was tender, almost peaceful. Almost. She could barely sense the beast within. The wildness that almost scared her in bed. The monster that sometimes came out to fuck her. Ruin her. Wreck her world and rebuild her soul. It peeked out from his eyes, hungrily, spying her like a beautiful fawn ripe for the plucking. Ripe for the fucking.  

His voice was still low, so impossibly low, she thought her bones would shake when she heard it, “You can have my everything. It was yours. It was always yours. You just ran from it. But it is here...” He tapped his chest. “Waiting for you. “He tapped the hard, rigid muscles of his stomach. “And here... My hunger that only you could ever satisfy.”  

His eyes lingered on her bare chest, studying her perfect breasts. Then he leaned forward. Slowly. Tentatively. He flicked a tongue across her nipple. A shudder ran through his body. Almost violently.  

His voice was a low growl, “Just as sweet as I remember...”  

Thom leaned forward and captured her breast in his mouth. He sucked and nibbled on it like it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. Because it was. His hands convulsed against her back. Then they dug into her, pulling her against him as he suckled her chest.  

Maria gasped as his mouth closed over her. Heat flooded through her veins like wildfire – his lips, his tongue, the soft bite of his teeth. It was too much and not enough all at once. Her back arched instinctively, pressing her deeper into his mouth. A broken whimper slipping free as pleasure ripped through her. Sharp and sweet.  

He had always known how to do this – how to make her feel worshipped and devoured in the same breath. How to turn her into liquid with just a flick of his tongue. A pull of his lips. And now? Now it’s like every starved night, every empty touch, every lie she told herself that someone else could replace him. It all collapsed under the weight of this – his mouth on her, his hands clawing her closer, his body trembling beneath hers.  

Maria buried her fingers in his hair, holding him there. Not to control, but to feel – every suck, every moan he made against her skin, every shudder that ran through him like he was starving.  

She whispered, “God... Thom. Yes. You always did this to me. Made me feel like I was the only woman who ever existed. Like my body was made just for your mouth.”  

Maria bit her lip, hips grinding down against the thick heat of him. Desperate for more friction. More connection. More of him. Her voice was breathy, unable to stop herself, “I used to lie in other men’s beds and close my eyes, pretending it was your hands on my waist. Your teeth on my nipple. But they never, never came close. You don’t just touch me. You claim me, like you’re rewriting me with every kiss.”  

She cried out as he sucked harder. A jolt of pleasure shot straight into her core. Her thighs trembled. She moaned, “I’m yours. I’ve always been yours. Even when I was gone, my body remembered. My heart remembered. My pussy remembered. How you fucked me. How you filled me. How you made me scream your name like a prayer.”  

She pulled back just enough to look down at him, tears in her eyes. Voice raw, “Do it again. Please. Make me scream again. Make me forget every other name I ever said in the dark.”  

Maria cupped his face, thumb brushing his lips. Swollen from her. “Make me forget how to breathe without you. Then...”  

She leaned down, lips grazing his ear. “Fuck me like you mean it. Like you’ve been dying to for years. Like you’re not just taking me back – like you’re reclaiming me.” She pulled back, eyes blazing. “Because I want it. I want you. The beast. The lover. The man who built me and broke me and put me back together with his hands and his heart.”  

She ground down hard against him. Felt every inch of his length straining beneath her. She whispered, “Don’t be gentle. Not tonight. Ruin me again, Thom.”  

She kissed him. Deep. Pouring every ounce of surrender and fire into it. “I’m ready. I’m yours. Do it.”  

He looked up at her and grinned. It wasn't soft. It wasn't sweet. It was dark. Mischievous. Hungry.  

“Forgive me later, kitten.”  

Thom grabbed her ass in his hands. His hands dug into the jeans. The ones that made her ass look so sinful. Then he tore them from her body. Not gently. Savagely. Shredding them, pulling the fabric from her ass.  

Then he reached behind her and grabbed her panties, tearing them off her. His thick, massive cock rubbed against her bare skin. He lifted her, and it pushed directly into her soaked, silken folds.  

Thom paused for a moment. His eyes met hers. The wildness filled them. The hunger. The beast. All laid bare. For her. The massive, swollen, throbbing meat at her entrance. He paused. Muscles tensed and trembling in anticipation. He met her eyes and gave her one last chance to say no. To stop him before he lost himself in her.  

She didn’t blink. Didn’t look away. Her breath hitched – not from fear, but from the sheer rightness of it. The raw, untamed hunger in Thom's eyes. The way his hands claimed her, like he wasn’t asking for permission but taking what had always been his.  

And God, she wanted to be taken.  

Maria braced her hands on his shoulder, thighs trembling as the cool air hit her bare skin. His cock – thick, hot, so damn ready – pressing against her soaked folds. She was dripping for him, and had been since the first “come in.” Since the first tear. Since the first memory of his mouth on her.  

She leaned down, lips brushing his. Her voice was a ragged whisper. “There is no ‘no’ with us. Not tonight. Not after everything.”  

She ground down slowly, just enough to feel the tip of him stretch her—a moan tearing from her throat. “You want to ruin me? Do it. You want to claim me? Take me. You want me to forget every other man who ever touched me?”  

Maria slammed her hips down, impaling herself on Thom in one deep, brutal stroke, crying out as he filled her – completely, like only he ever had – eyes locked with his. Tears spilling. Body shuddering.  

“Then fuck me like you mean it.”  

She collapsed against his chest. Breathing hard. Adjusting to the stretch. The fullness. The perfection of him inside her. Her voice was breathy, “I’ve waited years for this. For you. For this cock. This love. This violence of feeling.”  

Maria lifted her hips, then slammed down again, setting a rhythm – hard, deep, desperate – each drawing a gasp, a moan, a broken plea from her lips. “Don’t hold back. Don't ease into it. Don’t wait.”  

She wrapped her fingers in his hair and yanked his head back. She exposed his throat as she rode him harder. “Fuck me like you've been starving. Like you’ve been dying. Like you’ll never get enough.”  

Maria bit his neck, her eyes wild. Her hair was a mess, her chest heaving. “So break me. Wreck me. Mark me.”  

She screamed as he surged up into her, meeting her rhythm. His hands gripped her ass like he would never let go.  

“Yes, Thom, yes,” she sobbed, “I’m yours. I’ve always been yours. And if you have to remind me every night for the rest of my life...” She crashed her mouth into his, riding him harder, faster, and chasing that edge. “Then do it. Fuck me into next week. Make me forget how to walk. Make me forget everything but your name.”  

She whimpered. Voice breaking, “I’m so close... God, I’m so close. Please – please - don't stop. Don’t you dare stop.”  

She clutched him tighter. Breath ragged. Body tightening around him. “I love you. I love you. I love you...”  

She screamed as the orgasm ripped through her. Violent Deep. Pulsing around his cock. Walls clenching and back arching. Head thrown back.  

“Yours. I’m yours. I’ll always be yours.” She collapsed against him. Trembling. Breathless. Still impaled on his length. “Don’t pull out. I can’t bear it. Not yet. I can’t lose you again.”  

She pressed her lips to his neck, whispering, “Stay inside me. Stay inside me forever.”  

Thom turned his face into her neck. “Kitten.” A whisper. A promise. He pressed his lips to her throat and repeated it. “Kitten...”  

Then his teeth closed on her throat. His hands gripped her ass and lifted her partially off him. Just enough for him to piston up into her. That one thrust slammed into her cervix. It shook her entire body. Thom gasped at the impact. At the shockwave of pleasure that rocked through him.  

Maria screamed – raw, unfiltered. Her body convulsed as he slammed into her again and again. Each brutal impact drove the air from her lungs. Her vision whited out at the edges. The pain was sharp, sudden, real – but it was wrapped in so much pleasure that she could not tell where one ended and the other began.  

Then he dropped back and thrust up into her again. Harder. He watched her face. Watched her surprise and pain as he picked up a savage pace. Slamming his length through her body. Ripping through her pussy. Owning her cervix.  

He owned her. He ruined her. And she had never felt more alive.   

Maria clawed at his chest. Her nails left red trails down his skin. Her mouth hung open in a silent cry as he lifted her just enough – only to drop her back down. Impaled her fully. His cock punched deep. So deep. Hitting places no one else had ever touched. Never dared to.  

“Thom!”  

She sobbed his name. Maria's head was thrown back. Tears streaked her face. Her hair was wild around her as he fucked her with no mercy. No pause. Just pure, unrelenting need. And she took it. She took every inch. Every brutal snap of his hips. Every growl that ripped from his throat.  

The pace was brutal. Unforgiving. Relentless. Again and again, Thom slammed up into her until he lost control. She felt him tense beneath her, his hand locking onto her hips like iron. He cried out as his orgasm ripped through him. It was a sound so raw, so broken, so his. He dropped her onto his cock, her cervix crashing down onto him as massive, hot strands of cum exploded up into her. She felt it. The first hot, violent pulse of his release surged up into her. Deep. So deep. Flooding her core and filling her in a way no one else ever could.  

Maria screamed again – this time not from pain, but from possession. From completion. From the sheer, overwhelming truth that she was his, and he was hers. Nothing in this world would ever take that moment from them.  

She collapsed onto his chest. Trembling. Breathless. Still impaled on that cock. His cum was already spilling from her. Warm. Sticky. Claimed. She pressed her face into his neck. Biting softly. She kissed the sweat from his skin.  

Maria whispered through ragged breaths, “You did it. You really did it. You reclaimed me. You marked me. You filled me.” She squeezed her walls around him and milked every last drop, not wanting to lose a single second of him. “I can feel you. Still pulsing inside me. Still coming. Still loving me.” She turned her head. Lips brushing his ear. Her voice was trembling with devotion. “I want to stay like this. Forever. You inside me. Your cum in me. Your hands on me. Your name on my lips.”  

She shifted slightly as she felt him twitch deep inside her. She whimpered, “Don’t pull out. Don’t even think about it. I want to carry you. I want to walk around tomorrow knowing I’m still full of you. That I'm yours.” She kissed his neck. Slow. Tender. Then she bit down gently and whispered between her teeth, “Because I am. Completely. Utterly. Irrevocably.”  

Maria lifted her head and looked down at Thom. Her eyes glistened. Her face was flushed. Her body still trembled from his assault. “You asked me to prove it.” She smiled – soft, broken, true – and whispered, “I just did. And I'll do it every night for the rest of my life.”  

She lowered herself fully onto his chest. Nuzzled into his neck. Her voice was barely audible, “I’m home, Thom. And I'm never leaving again. Not unless you carry me out. And even then...” She kissed him. Slow. Deep. Full of promise. “I’d find my way back because you’re my everything. And I’m your Kitten. Always have been. Always will be.”  

Thom turned his face into her ear. His voice was harsh, raw, broken, “I need. I need more of you. I need to fill more of you. My delicious, delectable, Kitten...”  

He gripped her ass again. Slowly, he lifted her until his cock slid from inside her. Still massive. Still throbbing. Still ready. Still hers.  

Thom lowered her again; this time, his fingers found her asshole. He teased it. Probed it. Pulled it open as he set it against his cock.  

“This,” he breathed. He hissed. He moaned into Maria's throat. “This is mine.”  

He slid her down onto his cock. It throbbed. It pulsed. It filled her bowels like the angry invader it was. It was so hungry for her. So hungry to fill her with everything.  

Maria gasped – sharp, sudden. Her body tensed as his cock breached her there. Stretching her in a way that’s both searing and sacred. It burned. It ached. It filled her so completely she couldn't tell where Thom ended, and she began.  

Her nails dug into his shoulders. Her breath came in short, broken pants as she adjusted to the invasion – the claiming. Because this. This wasn't just sex. This was Thom rewriting Maria. Marking every part of her as his. No shadows. No secrets. No untouched place that didn't bear his name.  

Maria leaned down. Trembling. Her lips brushed his ear. Her voice was a shattered whisper. “Yes. God, yes. You want all of me? Take it. Take everything.”  

She lifted her hips slightly, then sank back down, moaning as he stretched her deeper, fuller, hotter – his cock pulsing inside her ass like a second heartbeat. Like he was embedding himself in her soul.  

Maria’s voice was ragged, raw, “I’ve never let anyone else here. No one else has ever touched me like this. Because this part of me? This secret, trembling part? It was always waiting for you.”  

She ground down slowly, then lifted again, setting a rhythm – slow at first. Deliberate. Letting Thom feel every inch of her clenching around him. “You said you wanted to replace every man who ever had me?”  

She bit his neck. Then kissed the mark. Her voice broke, “Then own this. Own me. Make it so I can’t even think of pleasure without feeling you – here, inside me, stretching me. Ruining me for anyone else.”  

She braced her hands on his chest. She lifted and fell with more force now. Each stroke drew a gasp. A whimper. A moan from her lips. “You feel how tight I am? How yours I am? No one else has been here. No one else will.”  

She leaned down, forehead pressing to his. Eyes locked with his. Tears slipping free. “I’m so full. So completely full of you. And I never want it to end.” She kissed him – deep, desperate – then pulled back, voice trembling with devotion, “You want to fill me more? Then come inside me. Flood me. Let me feel you pulsing, spilling, claiming every inch of me.”  

She rode him harder. Chasing the edge. Her body tightened around his cock. Her breath was ragged. “I want to carry you in every way. I want to wake up tomorrow aching with your love. Dripping with your cum. Full of you.”  

Maria cried out as Thom hit a spot deep inside. Her vision blurred. Her core clenched. “Thom! God, I’m so close. I can’t - I can’t hold on-”  

She sobbed as the orgasm ripped through her again. Violent and deep. Her body convulsed around Thom's cock. Walls clamped down. Back arched. Head thrown back. “Yours. I’m yours. I’m yours.”  

She pressed her lips to his neck, whispering, “Stay inside me. Stay inside me forever. I’m yours. All of me. Every part. Every hole. Every breath.”  

She kissed him. Slow. Deep. Full of surrender. “I love you, Thom. And I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it – one thrust at a time.”  

Thom’s fingers dug into Maria’s ass as he effortlessly lifted her. Then he started to piston into her again. A fever-pitched, relentless pace. Each thrust sent the entire length of his cock deep into her bowels. His hips slammed into her ass, shaking her whole body. It knocked the breath from her lungs with how deep and invasive it was. Over and over again. The sounds of their impacts were wet and loud. The slapping of skin filled the room. Rhythmic. Relentless. Thunderous.  

Maria couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. She couldn't do anything but feel – Thom inside her. So deep. So relentless. His cock was pounding into her ass like it wasn’t just claiming her, but rebuilding her with every brutal, perfect thrust.  

It just kept going. Deeper. Harder. Fever-pitched. Sweat beaded Thom’s brow. His breath was desperate gasps. Still, it continued. Maria’s body shook with each impact. Skin slapping against skin. The sound echoing through the room like a heartbeat – their heartbeat – wild, uncontrolled, alive. Sweat slicked their bodies. Thom’s chest heaved under Maria. Her nails clawing at his shoulders, leaving marks, proof, because she needed everyone to see what he did to her. What they did to each other.  

Maria whimpered, then moaned, then screamed – no warning, no control – as his pace became inhuman. Like he wasn’t just fucking her but trying to crawl into her soul. And she let him. She opened wider. Took him deeper. Clenched around him like she would never let go. Even as he ripped the air from her lungs and the words from her throat.  

Until he just couldn’t anymore. Until his body failed. His muscles clenched. His body froze. His fingers dug into Maria's hips like he was anchoring himself to the earth as he pushed into her as deeply as he could. And then he roared. A sound so raw, so feral, it tore through Maria like lightning.  

She felt it – oh god, she felt it- the first violent pulse of his release deep inside her bowels. Thick. Hot. Endless. It flooded her. Filled her in a way that made her eyes roll back. Her spine arched. Her mouth fell open in a silent cry.  

His cum surged up into her. Wave after wave. Like he was not just coming, but giving – pouring his heart, his soul, his everything into her. Until she was trembling. Sobbing. Utterly ruined.  

Maria collapsed against his chest. Her body went limp. Her ass was still impaled on his cock. His cum was already spilling from her. Warm. Sticky. Claimed. She couldn’t move. Didn’t want to. Because this? This is where she belonged.  

She pressed her lips to his neck, kissing him softly. Then she bit down gently, marking him back. “Yours. I'm yours. Every part of me. Every hole. Every breath. Every beat of my heart.” Maria shifted slightly, feeling him twitch deep inside her. Still so hard. So full. So present, and she whimpered, “Don’t pull out. Don’t ever pull out. I want to stay like this – full of you, ruined by you.”  

Maria lifted her head just enough to look into his eyes. Tears glistened in her lashes. Her voice trembled with truth, “You didn’t just fuck me tonight. You saved me. You brought me home. You made me whole.” She kissed him. Slow. Deep. Full of love and surrender.   

She whimpered, “And if you ever let me go again, II’d crawl back to you. Bloody. Broken. Breathing your name.” She nuzzled into his neck, closing her eyes. “But you won’t let me go because you’re mine too. My Thom. My love. My everything.” She sighed. Soft. Content. Utterly spent. “I’m yours. Now. Always. Forever.”  

Thom lay there and trembled. His arms wrapped around Maria. His cock was still buried in her incredible ass. He hugged her tight. He kissed her breasts. Her throat. Then her lips. Tenderly. Desperately. Hungrily. Those kisses melted into her skin. Each one a promise. Each one a claim.   

Thom’s voice was a low growl of ownership, “Kitten. My Kitten. My fucking Kitten to love. To hold. To claim. To fuck for all time.”  

Maria shivered as she heard him speak her pet name. God, when he said it like that, like she was his, and only his. Like she was both cherished and conquered. She shivered even as her body heated up all over again.  

Thom’s hips started to buck again. The thrusts were gentle, but strong enough to lift her off the ground, then drop down and up into her again. His fingers dug into the shreds of Maria’s jeans. Seeking her bare skin. He found it. His fingers dug in. Trying to claim her as he started to thrust harder. Deeper. Savoring every delicious inch of her incredible ass.  

Maria gasped as his hips started to move again. His cock was still so thick inside her. Like his body refused to let go. Like he was determined to brand her from the inside out. She clung to him. Arms wrapped around his neck. Her lips found his in the dark. Their breaths tangled. Their hearts slamming together. She whispered, “You don’t ever have to let me go. I’m not going anywhere, I’ll stay right here. On your cock. In your arms. For the rest of my life.”  

She whimpered as Thom thrust harder, lifting her, dropping her back down. He stretched her perfectly. Deeply. His fingers dug into the bare skin of her ass where her jeans had been torn away – marks blooming under his touch. Proof that he has been there. That he owned her. She arched her back, offering herself to him completely.  

Maria’s voice broke, “Fuck me, Thom. Use me. Love me. Ruin me.”  

She pressed her forehead to Thom’s. Her eyes locked with his. Tears slipped free. “I want to feel you again. I want to feel you come inside me. Mark me. Fill me until I can’t walk without feeling you.” She ground down, taking him deeper. Maria moaned at the stretch. The burn. The perfect fullness. “I’ll never be full enough without you. Never satisfied. Never whole.”  

Maria kissed Thom – deep, slow. Then she pulled back with a shuddering breath. “Keep me. Keep fucking me. Keep claiming me.” She whispered, “I’m yours to love. Yours to ruin. Yours to keep.”  

She wrapped her legs tighter around him. Riding his thrusts and meeting him with every snap of her hips. “Come inside me again. Please. Let me carry you twice. Let me wake up tomorrow dripping with your cum, aching with your love.” She bit his lip and kissed him harder. “Because I’m not leaving. I’m not running. And I’ll let you do this to me every night for the rest of my life.” She sobbed as Thom hit that deep spot. Her vision blurred. “Just don’t stop. Don’t you ever stop.”  

She clutched him tighter. Breath ragged. Voice breaking into a whisper, “I love you. I love you. I’m yours.” As the pleasure built again. As it coiled tighter in her core, she surrendered – complete. Utterly. To this. Forever. “To you. To us. To this.”  

Thom leaned forward and ran his tongue over Maria’s breasts as he started to thrust harder. She screamed. The sensation shot straight into her core – already clenching and already trembling. Already so close to breaking again. He threw his head back and howled for joy. The sheer ecstatic bliss of fucking her.  

He started to thrust harder, wilder. More feral. Each one bounced Maria hard in his lap. His hands slammed her down onto his cock as he surged up. Deeper. So much deeper. Filling her in ways that made her vision blur and her soul shake.  

Maria felt owned. Ruined. And never more alive.   

Thom locked eyes with her and growled. Deep. Guttural. A purely masculine sound of power and ownership. “Cum for me, Kitten.”  

Maria shattered. She cried out, a broken, keening sound as the orgasm ripped through her like a storm. Violent. Endless. Her walls clamped down on his cock. Pulsing and milking him. Her back arched so far that she thought it might break.  

“Thom-!”  

She sobbed his name. Her fingers clawed at his shoulders. Her hips were grinding down and taking every inch. Every pulse. Every claim.  

“I’m cuming-I'm cuming for you. Yours. I’m yours. I’m cuming because you told me to. I’m cuming because I can’t do anything else.”  

Maria collapsed against his chest. She trembled. Breathless. Still impaled on his cock. Still riding the waves as he kept thrusting. Relentless. Unstoppable. Like he would never get enough. And she hoped he never would.  

She pressed her lips to his neck. Whispered between ragged breaths, “I’ll always come for you. I’ll always break for you because my body knows. Even when my mind doubts. I belong to you.”  

Maria squeezed around him. Deep. Tight. She loved the way he growled. The way he throbbed. The way he claimed her. She purred, her voice low, full of need, “So come for me now. Fill me again. Mark me. Ruin me.” She kissed him. Slow. Deep. Full of worship. “Because I’m not done being yours. I’ll never be done. Not tonight. Not ever. I’m your Kitten. And I’ll cum for you. Forever.”  

Thom pounded into her harder, holding her down against it. His cock slammed into her bowels. Massive. Relentless. Consuming. His body started to shudder. The rhythm began to slip. His eyes went wild as he stared into her face.   

Maria screamed – his name. A prayer. A plea. A shattered sound that wasn’t even language anymore – as his cock slammed into her. Deep. So deep it felt like it was punching into her soul. Thom locked his hands on her hips. Holding her down. Forcing her to take every inch. Every pulse. Every drop. Maria didn’t fight it. She arched into it. She wanted it. She wanted to be ruined by his love. Destroyed by his devotion. Reborn in the fire of this moment.  

“Cum with me,” he growled. It wasn’t a request. It was a command—a bond. A spell cast between them, and Maria’s body obeyed before her mind could catch on. The second his cock swelled – hot, massive, unstoppable – and the first violent jet of his cum surged into her bowels. She detonated.  

Again. Harder. Deeper. Like Maria's entire body had become nothing but nerve endings wrapped around him. Thom threw his head back and screamed with joy. With rage. With every pent-up emotion he had held in check while Maria was gone.  

Maria sobbed. Her back bowed. Her fingers clawed at his chest. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as the orgasm ripped through her – wave after wave. Violent and endless. She clenched on him, pulsed. Milked him as if her body knew this was more than sex. This was a union. This was homecoming. This was forever being poured into her in thick, hot ropes.  

He wasn’t just coming. He was giving. Giving his rage. His grief. His years of loneliness. His love. His soul. And she took it. She took all of it. Through every pulse of his cock. Every tremor in his hands. Every broken sound torn from his throat.  

Maria collapsed onto his chest, trembling, drenched, full – so full she could feel his cum already spilling out of her. Warm. Sticky. Sacred – and she didn’t care. She let it drip. She let it mark the floor. She wanted the world to know what he had done to her, what they had done to each other.  

She pressed her lips to his neck. Kissing him weakly. Breathless. Her voice was a shattered whisper, “I came with you. I came for you. And I felt it – every drop. Every scream. Every piece of your soul you poured into me.”  

She shifted slightly. Still impaled. Still, Thom's as she whimpered, “You filled me so much... I can’t. can’t hold it all.” She kissed his jaw. His ear. She nuzzled into him like a cat seeking warmth. “But I want to. I want to carry every drop. I want to walk around tomorrow knowing I'm still full of your love. That your cum is deep inside me, keeping me warm. Keeping me yours.”  

Maria lifted her head just enough to look into his eyes. Tears slipped free, but she was still smiling. Soft. Broken. True. “That wasn’t just sex. That was you coming home and taking me with you.”  

She kissed Thom – slow, deep, full of everything they had lost and everything they had found. “I love you, Thom. And I’ll spend the rest of my life letting you prove it. One orgasm at a time.”  

Maria nuzzled into his neck, closing her eyes. “Don’t pull out. Not yet. I can’t bear the emptiness. Hold me. Keep me full. Keep me yours.”  

As she drifted, half-conscious, wrapped in his arms. His cock was still buried deep inside her. She whispered one last truth into his skin, “I’m never leaving again. Because my body remembers. My heart remembers. And no. My soul remembers, too. You’re my home. Always have been. Always will be.”  

Thom lay on the floor, trying to remember how to breathe. How to exist. His arms held her against his chest. Then his hands slid down to her legs. Still trapped in the wet jeans she wore over. He slid his hands up her thighs, gently, tenderly. Until he found where he tore the crotch out of her pants. His fingers drifted over her tender skin, found where her asshole was stretched wide over the base of his cock. He moaned softly in pleasure at the feel of her wrapped around him.  

She whimpered as his fingers traced the tender skin stretched around him. She savored the warmth. The fullness. It was all so tender now. So intimate. Even in the aftermath, he was still claiming her and still savoring her. His touch was so gentle after the storm he put her through, and it unraveled something deep inside her. She pressed into his hand, nuzzling against his chest. Drunk on him. On them. On the way, his heartbeat thudded beneath her ear.  

Thom slid his hand up her back to where her hair hung, tangled and matted to her skin. He gently ran his fingers through it, combing it. Pulling it straight. Gently. Tenderly. He kissed her forehead. A tear slipped free from her eye – this one not from pleasure or pain, but from something quieter. Deeper. Love. Safety. Home.